its the little things

Last week, Bianca and I drove to Carnation and rode bikes on the Snoqualmie trail because the weather was b-e-a-utiful. A few thousand feet down the trail, there was a detour because construction was taking place. Which by the way, will be going on until November. What the heck is going on? The detour ended up being way prettier than I thought (though it never really detoured back onto the Snoqualmie trail). I really wish I had a smaller camera. Don't get me wrong, I love my Nikon D3000, but it's just so big. I've been taking pictures with a film fish eye camera a co-worker lent me (which I have yet to give back), so I'll probably do a post with all the random pictures from the roll, which will hopefully have good pictures of Bianc and I riding bikes.

This morning I woke up and I was on a mission. I wanted to go back and read a book along the river for while and enjoy the sound of my tires along the gravel and feel the wind against my face while riding my bike. And it felt oh so good. I really just needed to forget about what's going on in my life right now. Not that anything is going wrong at all, I just wanted to think about what was going on right at that moment. Sometimes I take Washington for granted, and it was nice to see the birds flying around me, the super green trees, and the twigs floating down the river. It's the little things... right?

This is the suspension bridge along the Tolt River. After you cross it, there are these tents that are not quite houses and not quite teepees. I can't figure them out. But it'd be cool to use them this summer. All I know is you can rent them out.

Before I made my little spot. I kind of have a sore spot for rivers. They're just so. dang. pretty.

And after I settled in. I just love my bike, my birkenstocks, my timbuktu bag, and my pendleton blanket. I went to Half Price books the other day and picked up another Ann Rule book. This one's called "Every Breath You Take". It's a true story of obsession, revenge, and murder. Peaceful right? No really though, it was. I was the only person along the little beach. Just me and the birds. And I did see one monarch butterfly.

I was there for about an hour and a half (I think), reading and eating my sandwich from whole foods that I picked up this morning. And when I came home, my back was so burned. Wearing a t-shirt to work was a little painful. When I got home from work I took off my shirt and saw a red lobster on my back, I mean a really bad burn. Am I that pale? I was in the sun for such a little time. I'm hoping this burn will turn into a tan.

p.s. I found out today that hanging out by myself is really fun. I'm not half bad if I say so myself. Ha! just kidding. But really, I enjoyed it. Now that I've done this bike ride by myself and I didn't get kidnapped (I'm kind of paranoid after reading murder stories), I think I'll do some more.


  1. When I was in college sometimes I'd go out to eat by myself and read a book. I felt funny at first, then I didn't care anymore and it was fun.

    Stop reading scary books!!!!!

  2. If my bike wasn't at Wallace, I'd love to go with you.

  3. ahh, i wish i could do stuff like this. i always feel weird going anywhere by myself. once school and life starts settling down i can't wait to get back into reading some good books. i'm quit picky, but you'll have to give me some suggestions on some good ones! :)

  4. learning how to be happy by myself is something I've only really done recently. my europe trip and a few solo bowls of pho have made me realize I actually love it! have you ever seen this video? it's so good!

  5. That sounds like such a relaxing time. Reading by a river in the warmth of the sun. I have never been burned but my Jason has told me it sucks. :-( I'm glad you learned to hangout with yourself. I love hanging out with myself. Not talking can be so rewarding and peaceful!



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